So I had the improv show today. It went well. It was a short gig, so I was only in three scenes. The first one was rather bad and I would like to forget about it.
The next one was better. It was a game of chapters. Basically the MC calls out the random chapters of a story. The name of the story was, according to the audience, “Antler surprise”. It went quite well, telling the story of how a man in Millwoods hates the antelopes that keep going through his garbage. He makes the community board enact a law of no antlered animals. Then another couple finds a dead antelope. It is baked into a cake and served to the antelope hating man. It even has bone marrow in it for his son with cancer. Unfortunately, after eating it, it was found out to be poisoned because they wanted to put the son out of his misery.
Of course the synopsis was in order. The actual play bounced around.
The final set was a bunch of plays about Christmas. We discovered:
- If you are giving your son a rifle as a Christmas present, don’t tell him you killed Santa with it.
- Rudolph is a complete jerk to the elves.
- Don’t feed giant cakes to people with anorexia.
I would like to point out that improv is very rarely politically correct.